The Inevitable

I know that as each day passes I get a little bigger. That is part of the territory of being pregnant. But it always has amazed me when pregnant people talk about how other people feel the need to comment on how big they are. I have been lucky thus far and haven't had that happen... until this week. I walk into the workroom to clock out and this woman is there and says, "You're getting big." Um...thanks? She didn't say it in like an astonished tone of voice as if she was amazed at how big I am, it was more of just a comment, but really why do people have to say that to an already hormonal woman? You don't walk up to a fat person and tell them they are fat, so why would you tell a pregnant girl that?

In the movie Mean Girls this girl Regina stops another girl in the hallway and says something along the lines of: "cute skirt, where did you get it?" and the girl replies it was her mom's and Regina says something like "vintage...very cool." As the other girl walks away Regina turns to Lindsey Lohan's character and says, "that is the ugliest effing skirt I have ever seen."

I am a firm believer in the whole 'if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all' rule. I think there are probably two types of people in the world. Those that lie and tell you something that isn't true, or those that don't say anything at all. I'm more of the not saying anything at all type. If ever I compliment you, you can be sure it is genuine. I will never ever tell someone they did well on their talk if it sucked or that someone's kid is cute if I don't think it is (because I think that it's almost a natural instinct to see a little one and say, how cute!) or even to say your new haircut is nice if I don't think it is. I try to avoid that. If you ask me directly if I like your haircut and I don't I might respond with something like, "Wow, I can't believe you actually cut it off!" rather than lie.

My whole point is, I know that I am getting bigger. It's a fact of pregnancy. However, I would much rather nobody tell me anything partially mean in my sensitive state of mind. But also, I would much rather I not have anyone lie to me either. So if I look huge, so be it...but feel free to not tell me so....also, feel free to not lie and say I look good if I don't!

Forgive My Shallow Side

At my last dr. appointment they did another blood test and its the one that tests for anything that could be wrong with the baby. Up until it never hit me how much I hope my kid is healthy. I have always wanted that, but I have just taken it for granted that it will. I have almost had a little panic the last week or so hoping everything is okay.

On the other hand, I do have to admit that the shallow side of me has me worried more than it should. I never worried about a healthy kid, but I have worried about an ugly kid. That's sad, I know. But at least I admit it....there are more people out there than me that have felt the same way. I know I'll love the kid no matter what, and that they will be beautiful and perfect to me (blah blah blah), but I still have thought it.

This week we were at a softball game and this kid ran past us and he was just awkward. He ran weird (heidi would understand that) and he just looked not so cute. We see him return to his family and his four other siblings looked about the same. I look at Trevor and I say, "what if our kid looks like that?" He looks at me and says, "I won't care..." I truly feel horrible and shallow at this point. I'm thinking his next sentence is going to be something like I'LL love them no matter what...but he finishes by saying, "I'm not the one that's going to be made fun of." I seriously about died laughing. When I told my mom later I almost cried from laughing. It's funnier everytime I think about it.

This kid has no chance of ever being anything but super sarcastic with parents like us. Really and truly I do think we'll have a cute kid, but I thought this was too funny to not share.

Married Life

I begged Trevor to let me post this, and he finally gave in with a very grudging attitude. I just want to point out before I tell this story that men and women are SOOOO different. Married life can be a challenge or you can just laugh at it all. For this instance, I just laughed.

The other night I was making dinner, and I had everything started when I realized I didn't have any pork 'n' beans. This particular meal always has pork 'n' beans to go with it, and I just didn't want to have it otherwise. I was on the phone while trying to make dinner, so I poked my head into the family room and asked Trevor to run to the store for me. He was watching t.v. and really didn't want to leave. I specifically said, "will you please go to the store and get me a can of pork 'n' beans. We are all out."

I turn everything down low so that it will all get done at the same time. Trevor arrives back home and what has he brought? One can of refried beans! I was a little annoyed and told him I needed the other. He said, "oh well. I'm not going back." I was so frustrated so I said I would go, but he had to watch the food.

As I am driving to the store I am really not thrilled with Trevor. I think to myself why would I want refried beans? I did tell him what kind to get, PLUS he knows that pork n beans go with that meal. Why would he pick up refried beans? Furthermore, wouldn't common sense come into play and make you think, "hmm....we don't have any more pork n beans (or refried in Trevor's brain) maybe I should grab a few cans so that we don't have this problem next time?" Apparently only a woman thinks this way.

On my way home I just start laughing about the whole thing. I mean really how stupid could it all get? I ask Trevor the above questions and he tells me he didn't even think about it because he didn't really care and had been annoyed with me for asking him to go. Then he says, "you only said 'a can'. " In his defense, I did.

Men and women just don't think anything alike, but it's probably a good thing most of the time. Just not that day!

Mover and a Shaker

This little fish sure likes to move! At my last doctor appointment the nurse practitioner informed me that I have a uterus that tilts towards the front. This means two things. One, that is why I have felt this baby moving so easily...women who have a uterus that tilts more towards the back have a harder time feeling the baby. Second, it means that I am most likely going to stick straight out! Okay, bring it on I guess!

This baby moves all day and a lot. I cannot imagine what it's be like when it's bigger. Last night and this morning though I have been a little concerned because I wasn't feeling the movement as much so I panicked just a little. To put my mind at ease last night I laid down on the hard floor on my stomach. I felt the little fish then. This morning I wasn't feeling much so I started to bounce around and wiggle to try and wake it up. Sure enough, baby started moving. What a relief. You just get kinda used to all the flutters.

Trevor says I am going to give the little fish shaken baby syndrome. Is that possible while they are still in the womb?

Trevor was Right

Last Thursday I had the opportunity to go with the 7th graders on their field trip. One of the places we went was Meteor Crater. Okay, so I know it's just a big hole in the ground, but I have always thought space stuff was interesting and everytime we go to Flagstaff I wish that Trevor would take a little detour. I really liked going, and they have a visitor center that is pretty cool so I really enjoyed myself.

Our next stop was the Lowell Observatory. I have never been here either. For those of you that don't know, this is where Pluto was discovered. I really liked seeing this old telescope that is still in use today. Once upon a time I thought that maybe I wanted to be an astronaut, but it became a short-lived dream once I found out about black holes. Those just freaked me out...

Lastly, we took the kids to the mall. There were ground rules for all of them and one of them was they couldn't go into Spencer's or Victoria Secret. I planned on staying out of both places until Trevor was proved right....

So far, in this pregnancy I have had the itchiest chest. It has been going on since about two weeks after we found out I was pregnant and it hasn't stopped. I think the itchiness has a lot to do with the fact that that area of me is growing, but I have been in complete denial. They are big enough without the pregnancy and I don't need them any bigger, but Trevor has been telling me that my chest is bigger whether I like it or not. As I was trying on shirts in JCPenney my bra strap completely busted on one side. I am not kidding. It just snapped right off! And it was my good bra too! I had 15 minutes until we were supposed to be back on the bus.

I had to make an emergency detour to Victoria Secret and fast! I ran in and told the lady I needed her help. I wanted a bra with no padding, no push-up (they are already in the way enough), good support, and comfortable. I found one fast, and sure enough I did need one bigger. So not funny to me, but hilarious to Trevor. I texted him what happened and he just said told you so. That is one thing about being pregnant I am none too thrilled about.

I am only at 17 weeks (dr. said today more like 18 though)and I am fairly certain that my belly is not going to be the only thing growing unfortunately!

The Little Fish

It's amazing to me how much my world has seemed to change and yet be so much the same since we found out we were going to have a baby. How can something so tiny make such an impact? Who knew that brushing your teeth would be such a chore? I have been so lucky to hardly be sick at all. There has been upset stomachs here and there, but little to know throwing up. However, I don't know that I will ever be able to brush my teeth like a normal person again...it causes severe gagging every time. Trevor laughs every time he sees it.

Initially I thought of the baby as a bean. He/She (most likely he, let's be honest) has now graduated to being called the little fish. Trevor hates this and reminds me that it is NOT a fish, it's a human being. I know this, but it's not much bigger than a fish and it is swimming around in there, right?

Two weeks ago, I thought I wasn't showing too much. It has changed already. I finally broke down and bought two maternity shirts. I'm not a big fan, but I don't live where I can get them at anytime so I bought them. I feel that they make me look bigger than when I wear my normal clothes. That seems backwards to me.

I haven't talked about my latest dr. appointments, but they have been good. I went in a week earlier than I was supposed to because I was so sick with a cold and they were concerned about my fever. Of course, the fever was gone when they saw me, and I felt like an idiot for going in. Things were good though. I can't believe how much easier it was for them to find the heartbeat this time. It's amazing how in three weeks time, the baby had grown and they could find the heartbeat way faster! I go in again on Tuesday, and I think I am going for a check-up and more blood work (yuck), but no sonogram. I am going to try and do some serious convincing. I'm sure I won't win....It'll probably be three more weeks from that until we find out if our fish is a boy or girl. We have yet to have a sonogram of any kind and my doctor has never really measured me so there is still a possibility that there is more than one fish.....that could be interesting.

Finally, and probably the most exciting: I am fairly certain that I have been feeling the little fish lately. I noticed it when I was in bed a while ago. I felt something that felt like gas, but I didn't have gas so I wasn't sure what was going on. I have noticed it more and more each day. I knew that I would be feeling the baby sometime soon, so I thought maybe it's just wishful thinking. I don't feel it so much when I am busy doing stuff because it's so faint that I don't have time to pay attention, but I feel it more and more like when I am sitting or not moving around a lot. Last night I was talking to Trevor about it and as I did I felt these little flutters...I counted seven in a row. It is so weird!

I really haven't felt like this whole thing is "real" yet. Up until about this week my body has been about the same, I haven't felt anything, we haven't seen the kid, we don't know what "it" is, and so that is part why I refer to it as the little fish, because I can hardly believe there is SOMEONE inside me growing every day!

3 Bucks to Happiness

The saying goes, "Money can't buy happiness," but I beg to differ. When we got married my Grandma and my Aunt and Uncle went in on a nice set of pots and pans for us. They were red and I love them. Had they not given us those, we wouldn't have gotten a single pan! I was so grateful!
The problem with these pans is that they tend to get scratched very easily if you aren't careful. For two years now I have tried to use only plastic spoons and stuff to save my pans, but it just hasn't cut it. Finally I broke down and bought a good sturdy spoon with the end made out of rubber.

This is the dumbest entry ever, but I can't tell you happy this stupid spoon has made me! Plus, it was the only one like it, and it was red to match my pans! Why did I not buy one sooner? There are several things that we didn't get at our reception, but I have just been so slow to get them. This is seriously one of my favorite purchases lately!